Chapter Nineteen
The resistance headquarters is full of nervous excitement, which doesn't surprise me. Today is the day we've been waiting for, even though we haven't had long to prepare. Nerves flutter within me, but they're easy enough to ignore.
"All right, everyone, quiet down," Heather calls out.
Silence falls over the room as we all turn our attention to her. Not only is she in charge of the resistance, but this mission too. Listening to her will mean the difference between life and death. Though I do worry about us all being in the same room as one another. It means we can be used to identify other members of the resistance if the authorities manage to get hold of us. Then again, I can't tell them anything about anyone in the room other than a handful of forenames and maybe some
